The refreshing air of Aetheris Prime was a welcome experience after the cold reaches of space had taken away most of any feeling that wasn't cold and silence.
We had appeared right back at the devastated region Malachi and the Caldera youth had fought, but—
"Should I even be surprised?" The place wasn't devastated anymore. It had been restored completely by the workers. Even the massive colosseum had been rebuilt to its former glory. If one didn't know, one wouldn't believe that it was nothing but a pile of rubble and debris a while ago.
"Hey! You guys are finally back!" Salazar's disgruntled voice came from behind us as the group finally turned around.
There, standing with his arms crossed over his chest like a housewife that had caught her husband sneaking into the house late at night, Salazar leveled our group an unimpressed look. The others—Maximoff, the two princesses, and surprisingly, the emperor himself—all stood behind the posturing Chronari.
